Have you ever seen
    a paper craving....
             for the ink

The moment it finds
                        a drop
It takes it to
                      the core

Forgets that
                 it was pure
The carved words
                  mean more

And so is the ink's response
Spreads as if has found home

Perfectly what it was
                        seeking for



amazing! isn't it
N so is LOVE

He asked : How do you do it?

She said : with love :)

So here comes her phase of life...
when she has to learn its true meaning .....

It opened new doors to her....
But strangely it is to the past that she is leaning.........

Not that she is afraid or does not want to explore...
Just that the past offered much more..........

But darling soon you will see
       how happy you can be....
With all that is about to come your way
       and all these fears will sway....

So , with all the love you have
welcome life as it comes to you...

Always remember you are the queen...
And all the memories that you made aren't written of invisible ink ;)

"Lost" , "Direction" - contradicting?
                                 Of course yes!

Truly depicts her state of mind
constantly asking this or that?

Not sure if things are wrong
or she is deliberately picking up rags

The thoughts are overburdening
and she is buried under the stack

Standing on the edge
    this time she wants to jump
                                 and not step back

She once asked....
LOVE

Isn't that a strange feeling
    n yet surprisingly the most sought after

It fascinated her...
   till the time she was a seeker

Then he showed up
   just to tell her, she only is love

Now if you ask her
  What is love?

She answers with a smile









Still looking for her answer!
    You missed her smile

For all i know true love is a bliss..
It keeps you going
And I want our love to grow like this

A love that is undying
  A feeling that is always new
     A never ending urge to make you happier
          A touch that always thrills

I want you and I always will

When I let myself go….
I found her
She wasn't perfect…
In fact was crazy
Long lost, wandering all by herself
She was happy…
N I asked her
How it feels like to be this way
She was busy making a castle of not sand but her dreams
Didn't reply
N I thought may be this is how it feels like….
When you are you
She was happy and now so was I
Because now I knew to find her…I have to let myself go